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“Next time, don’t take so many risks” She said as she finshed cleaning the wound “Not that you did anything wrong, you’re very good at running from the hunter, but if you were by me then…”

She wanted to say she could protect him. She would gladly set aside her own health for his but she also didn’t want to upset him. Once when she was sent back by rocket chair, and they were reunited, he’d taken her hand, looked into her eyes, and sobbed.

She knew her pain hurt him just as much.

“We’d be together and not so far apart.” She decided to end it with that instead.

He nodded but she noticed his gaze looked… distant? Had she said something wrong? Or was he more hurt then he let on?

No- Wick, who was close by, hadn’t started barking wildly. Most likely Victor was not in danger of passing out or worse. Yet she was still perplexed by his glazed over eyes.

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Okay, so not smut but Dead dove for torture of a child/teaching a child to only be a tool (which def could lead to sex stuff, but is not what I’m thinking atm)-

I’ve been thinking on how WZL literally has the coolest power- and seemingly no one knows this trick. Now we can go down the route of he taught himself but… so he originally comes from a small Healer Clan that is heavily connected to the Yu Clan (< how he knows Madam Yu, and they were low key childhood friends) however the Healer Clan broke off, and traveled to this new other clan that all in all everyone agreed with. However, they saw an odd potential in WZL (also obvs he’s not a Wen yet, but he doesn’t have a other name in canon) and decided to use it.

He got a new Master, one who every day put him through this training. At first, all he knew how to do was something similar to sealing off ones Qi, But could do it forcibly. What they did to him was have many of their displines attack him brutally and not stop until he temp sealed their powers.

He didn’t have complete control of his power at first, which meant during his first session he screamed and begged for them to stop- he hated it and he wanted them off of him and they were hurting him! (I imagine he’s a young child, older then 5 but no more then 11). When he was finished he was extremely battered, blood everywhere, and a few broken bones.

His master taught him if he continued to cultivate his power, then he would never hurt anymore, that as his training went on it’d get easier… it didn’t

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It didn’t matter, he thought, hearing his brother’s roar. Even Jin Guangyao seemed to realize this, since instead of attacking him he just clung to him…

No, it was not like him to merely give up. He pushed the other man off, his clothes stained with blood now, left wondering what it was he had planned to do. Maybe he’d hidden more string inside his body, but still the loss of a limb still put him at a disadvantage. The most likely reason was that this was all a last ditch desperate attempt.

If Nie Huasaing wasn’t still playing the part of the idiot, he’d laugh at the one who was acting like one.

The temple shook as Nie Mingjue, blade in hand, charged. He shoved the man off of him with a little extra effort. His face was downcast; It must’ve finally sunk in.

No one would be able to save Jin Guangyao- Finally he and his brother would be at peace.

Nie Huasaing thought that, until Baxia was stabbed through his chest.

The pain didn’t even register, he could only see the large blade go through him and when he looked up he saw Jin Guangyao’s pleased expression. His thoughts fought inside his own head trying to make sense of the events.

It was only as he saw the stains on his clothes did he understand.

Nie Mingjue was after the blood of a Jin, and Jin Guangyao had made certain that his blood covered Nie Huasaing’s robes.

He was burning with such a rage that he could laugh- his perfect revenge plan ruined! Years he spent an idiot who could only shake his head or cry to his brother’s sworn brothers. A laughingstock. A pitiful sect leader. All the time he spent alone, with one ear to a wall and a hand writing things down. How he learned very easily to be deceitful. No one expected a fool.

His vision began to spin, and he’s sure that Baxia has been pulled from his chest now. Poetic to die with similar wounds to his enemy- something he’d find in story books to wrap everything up.

He stumbled, barely even able to see the confused Fierce Corpse in front of him.

The world darkened around him as he fell.

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It’d been days since then; Qi Rong had made a shelter and from then on didn’t see anyone. That was fine with him, meeting people either turned into a fight, or the someone was already dead. He had enough things to deal with. He wasn’t used to actually finding himself food to sustain but now that he was mortal (or somewhat like mortal) he needed to eat.

Eat, sleep, drink, and shit. Over and over again. Sometimes add more sticks to shelter, but his routine didn’t deviate much. If it was not for the cold, sleep wouldn’t be much of an issue, but because of it, it became a struggle. Even then, he didn’t expect anything to come from it.

That was until he heard footsteps from outside. He held his breath, hoping that whomever was out was passing by, and maybe wouldn’t even see this wooden structure. It wasn’t very big, and surrounded by shrubbery, it was easy to miss.

For a minute there was silence, and he actually thought that he wouldn’t be bothered. That was, until his eyes flicked upward.

A hulking figure stood at the entrance between the branches. While his view was slightly obstructed he could see part of them. Their hair hung loose, but no tangles infiltrated the hair odd in their desperate situation. Eyes abyss-like landed on Qi Rong and didn’t move.

He didn’t get up, not yet, but his hand hovered anticipatingly at his belt. A simple machete but would be easy to throw and run when things turned sour. The man didn’t introduce himself, but one of his status didn’t need to. Just from his eyes alone, still an unwavering gaze, the green ghost knew it was He Xuan Black Water Submerging Boats. Now the title, just like Night Touring Green Lantern, was useless. A remnant of the past but the title, even left unsaid, still rang with an air of intimidation.

“No need for that,” He jabbed a finger and the weapon that he was desperately trying to conceal. His words held no emotion to betray his intentions, but he could see the axe strapped to his back.

Even in this meeting between calamities, the wind would not cease. Qi Rong was not sure which fate was better; whether he’d prefer to face the blade in He Xuan’s possession or Mother Nature’s unyielding wrath. All that he pondered, he knew it wasn’t his end decision. At the same time, he would not sit still.

“Do you think I’ll just lay here as you attack? Just because you are above and I’m below? That I’d give my life so easy because you found me first? You’re a fucking idiot, even more so then my cousin!”

“I’m not here to fight,” He still stood at the entrance but either due to his eyes adjusting to the dark or the other adjusting his position. His expression was downward, eyes slightly droopy, and there was a slight but noticeable shake to his body. “ I want a truce. During the night.”

For a moment more they stared at each other. Their hatred might not be as much as the one Qi Rong held for Hua Cheng and vice versa. However, that didn’t stop He Xuan to purposely find reasons to fight (after being egged on by the green ghost several times). And now, especially during this death game with only one to come on top, truces seemed only sustainable in fantasy or idiocy.

“Why during the night only? There’s only a few of us left… do you think I’m stupid enough to fall in a trap? HAHA! What do you take this ancestor for, dogfucker?” He growled, the more he talked the more his mouth reverted to old habits. Even so, his talk was filler giving him time thinking of the best defense. If he jumped up to his feet too fast then the unstable structure could fall easily; but that kind of incident could incite some brief confusion in which he could get an advantage.

“I…” he sighed mumbling something short under his breath “At this rate, with this weather, we will both freeze to death. If we sleep in the same… quarters, using a combination of any tools that are beneficial and our body heat, then our life span will extend. If you’d really rather drag us both down, so be it, but it will benefit us. Understand, you’re the last person I’d come asking for a favor. And I would not ever consider sleeping even in the same vicinity as you unless drugged. Unfortunately, you really are one of the last people around.”

He was about to tell him off; this ancestor had been through worse than a little cold and he had no care for the pathetic life before him. But then his mind flashed to Gu Zi. The small child huddled in a ball, desperate to cling to another day. His eyes had been half open when he was found, the last sign of his struggle between life, death, and sleep.

It would’ve been a slow death. He wonders what the little boy did before fully succumbing. Did he call out for his father? Was it from a small hope that his dad could do anything or a delusion of hypothermia? Did he even have a voice left or was everything just echoing in his head? Maybe, no noise at all reached him and he drowned in the silence he couldn’t break.

The cold was unpredictable. The first night he’d made a fire but in the nights following even the air snuffed even a bit of embers. And now, the weather is its worst yet. He needed to live. Shivering here was as unpredictable as a rolling dice and he couldn’t take that chance any more. His son couldn’t be disappointed, even if he was gone he knew the little boy would cry at the thought of his dad in pain. Being a ghost was so much easier, but now the deep unnerving feeling of not being able to come back filled him. Mortality plagued every fiber and he needed the security of keeping a heartbeat.

“First rule, you keep your weapon outside the shelter- Hell I’d take it myself but I know you’d whine about it. Second, once the sun rises and the warmth comes back, you leave immediately. Third, to make it clear, I have no intention of helping your shitty life. This is for me, myself and I,” Silently he added his son, but the other didn’t need to know of anyone else.

Silence ensued and he saw He Xuan back away. A mix of pride of intimidating him, confusion of intimidating , and fear that he’d die surged through him until he heard a loud clunk. Following the noise the tall man shuffled into the shelter. He came in shoulder first before ducking so he didn’t hit his head nor topple the thing over.

“What’s in your bag?” While the hatchet was gone a brown satchel hung at his side.

“Food, medicine kit, and various plants. Unless you're actively dying in the night from frostbite, you won’t get any.”

“How do I know you're not hiding anything you could attack me with? You’re a deceptive fuck like that,” He would spit if his mouth wasn’t dry holding onto the little water he’d found in the morning.

“ I don’t care if you look. I don’t even care if you touch. But I’m watching your every move. Just because we have a truce doesn’t mean you're taking what is mine and I’m only sharing anything that could benefit this shelter,” He tossed the bag, his eyes didn’t have any light to reflect so two pools of black followed his hands.

It wasn’t long to look through the bag, and after finding no shovels, knives, needles, miniature spears, or the like that could be efficiently utilized against him, he threw it back.

“Fine, you're clean,” A hidden portion of him was glad the water ghost had no hidden weapons in his bag. It almost gave him complete relief that he’d find himself bleeding when he awoke.

It didn’t take long after for He Xuan to settle himself next to Qi Rong.

“Couldn’t start a fire, either?”

“Well clearly you fucking couldn’t,” What was the others plan? The water ghost had never been the talking type, even when he’d hidden himself as a Heavenly Official, instead he locked himself away from the world plotting an unsatisfactory revenge.

“That’s what I implied with the word ‘either’… it’s because the ground is too wet in this area”.

“Why are you trying to be ‘goody goody’? I won’t lower my guard around you, even if you knelt and begged me to,” He liked the idea of such a thing happening, and wondered if the cold was getting to him to make him only remember such an idea now.

“… I’m being polite, otherwise this shitty situation gets ten times worse. Can’t you pretend to be pleasant tonight?”

“This ancestor is a joy to be around. I just despise you.”

“And you despised Xie Lian, Hua Cheng, Lang Qian Qiu, and any other person you meet. You constantly flaunt yourself around only showing off you're the worst. And while you're gross and unpleasant to be around, you still aren’t even close to being the most powerful. You remind me of a spoiled little kid who while seeking attention from his parents found kicking is easier than being gentle. Now, you think playing scary ghost will get you some fame.”

“…” He silently debated stabbing him “Fuck you, piece of shit. No brains.”

“And then the childish insults; you’ve never really grown since being ten, huh?”

“I thought you said you were being polite or something!? And now-“

“Shhh,” He put a finger to his own lips, which only made his blood turn from boiling to melting.

“And now!! Silencing me! You fucking-“ He Xuan clasped a hand over Qi Rong’s mouth and leaned close to his ear.

“Noise. Outside.” Those two words landed on his neck, and even with their intentions the warmth of his breath reaching his cold skin soothed like an ointment on a burn. He could barely even hold onto his surge of anger, it dissipating as quickly as it was built.

Usually if a hand was brought over the green ghost’s lips he wouldn’t hesitate to bite down and sink his teeth into the flesh. But a sense of rare self preservation and the fleeting warmth that had almost drug-like effects coursed through his body and he stayed still and silent.

Straining his own ears, he heard faint rustling. Whether animal or person it wouldn’t be ideal to be caught. Minutes passed by, and though the noise faded into the night, his mouth was still held. Still, he couldn’t even stir himself to fight it. Whatever it’d been, it was a wake up call. If they fought with raised voices, and lost control of their surroundings, they’d wind up as if they’d never even made the truce in the first place.

“I’ll remove my hand,” It wasn’t even loud enough to be a whisper, only his mouth moving the air in between the only audible thing “And then we’ll lay down parallel facing each other. We’ll be the warmest. If you have a complaint, actions are better than words”.

It was a rare moment that even the direct commands didn’t ignite anything in him. Every fiber of his being wanted to retaliate, whether with words or kicks, but the cold air kept his brain in check. All his focus was on warmth and survival. And after feeling such a warmth, he decided that despite the bad blood between them, he’d work with the other calamity.

However, it didn’t make it any less awkward to have to stare at him while sleeping. Even closing his eyes, his inner mind told him he was being stared at, and he’d peek out only to see it was true. And despite every precaution the sense of danger wasn’t completely alleviated. He Xuan must’ve felt the same way, because he didn’t appear to be sleeping either. Even though they both were alive again, his eyes had a glassy glaze to it. Maybe he’d always been that way since birth. Or maybe his life had drilled it into him.

“Hey,” His voice was once again soft. It’d been hours since the first noise so they might’ve been close to being clear now.

“Was originally your idea, but fine. I’ll flip over-“

“Come closer.”

“What,” He tried to only mouth it all, but the t came out crisp.

“ It’ll be warmer. If I’m freezing I can only guess you are too.”

It was true. Though he didn’t feel the air like when he was alone, he also remembered the brief moment in which they’d been close enough a hand was over his mouth and his breath was on his neck. Obviously the position wasn’t ideal, but being closer may bring more comfort and lead to a better sleep,

“You better not snore in your sleep.” He scooted closer, until their noses almost touched.

It really did make a difference, like a comfortable hearth. He could almost feel the life between the two of them, and it made him dizzy. Wanting to stop the feeling of the world twirling around he buried his head into whatever was near. It was an unconscious decision but soon he heard a “Hmpf” that echoed through him. His motions hadn’t caught up with his mind and only then realized his head was buried into the other's chest. A rush short circuited him, and he just prepared to shove against him when two arms wrapped around his back.

He went rigid but felt nothing sharp poking into him. The arms remained.

“Warmest” His pulse pounded against his skull. It was mind boggling that the other calamity wasn’t bothered. He was known for being relentless when he had a goal, so he could only assume this mutual seek for heat had led him to be alright with the sudden action. Through the thick clouds of his brain whirring warning sirens, he remembered being told actions were better than words.

Soon his heart (he could barely get used to this thing) stopped racing and his breathing sank up with the one he was buried into. The embrace was finally something he could get used to.

Oh, it was actually comfortable in someone else’s arms. It’d become a fuzzy memory for someone to… hold him so gently.

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Wips I’m currently working on and their status Tgcf Version:

(Mostly for me. Okay to reblog. Okay to ask questions but they might not be answered)

[Redacted One]: Pairing [Redacted], One shot. Smut. Current word count: 2,900. Expected Word count: ? Unknown

[Redacted Two]: Pairing [Redacted], One Shot. Kissing, no smut. Current Word count: Unknown. Expected Word Count: 2000/2500

HGS (Hunger Games Simulator, filler name): Pairing: He Xuan/Qi Rong, Background Hualian. One shot, possible epilogue continuation. No smut. Current Word Count: 7200. Expected Word Count: 15,000/16,000

Butterfly Effect (series name). Pairing: Hualian, possibly others/unknown. Series of One shots. No smut (none planned). Word Count (For first part of the series): 300. Expected Word Count: 1000+. Deleted “scenes”: One. Word Count: 300

Reflection: Pairing: Hualian, Hua Cheng/Qi Rong (< complicated) Background Beefleaf. Multi chapter (?) No smut (none planned). Word Count: 1300. Expected Word Count: Unknown. Deleted “scenes”: One. Word Count: 526

Band Au (series, placeholder name): Pairing: Multiple. Three Tremors, Hua Cheng/Qi Rong/He Xuan, Hualian, Beefleaf, Qi Rong/Lang Qian Qiu, Ling Wen/Bai Jing, Possibly more. Series of One Shots. Very Possible Smut. Word Count (for first part of series): 118 Expected word count: 2000/3000

Ahhhh (place holder name): Pairing: None. No smut. One shot. Word count: 608. Expected Word count: 1500.

Can Nightmares Be Prophetic? Pairing: Beefleaf. Background Hualian. Multi-chapter (first chap complete, and posted). No smut. Word Count: 1627 (1300 posted as chap one). Expected Word Count: Unknown.

I hate that I understand you. Pairing: Yin Yu/He Xuan. Past Beefleaf, He Xuan/Shi Wudu, Yin Yu/ Quan Yizhen. No smut/possibly implied. Word Count: 11 (Shhhhhhh,, just had to write the idea down): Expected Word Count: Unknown.

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Title: Boku no Xie Mama || My Mama Xie

Group: SERVICE BOY

Artist: Hontoku

Rating: R18

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Babe and Me: stuff to watch/play

Videogames:

Danganronpa

Ace Attorney

Idv

Movies:

Shawn of the Dead

Clue (I think we've seen. But its good)

Rose Red

Shows:

Kakeguri

Idv Stageplay (if it ever gets reloaded to Youtube)

Gomens (for nostalgia)

Danganronpa Abridged+ The Thh Anime

Heaven’s Official Blessing

The Untamed

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Our Nature

A peculiar fellow is Mr. Angle but all groundskeepers of a cemetery ought to be. Working along with the dead under you is not something a "normal" person could do. At least the people who pass by him say those things. Once, which is only a few moments ago, he heard a group of teens talking about his unusual behavior. He confronted them, as he was not a man scared to speak when he heard unjust talk (though he's not social by any stretch of the imagination).

"And what exactly is normal?" He smiles a wide grin exposing crooked blackened teeth. Mr. Angle's hair was greeseily in tangles upon his head. The teens had not heard him creep up behind them ("Creep?" He would later be appalled by the word being used to describe how he surprised the youth. "Appeared, is more accurate old friend," He'd correct but it would be ignored) and swiftly ran away. Mr. Angle never got his answer but he's sure they would've been wrong anyway.

"Normal is what society deems and it changes constantly. Rapidly even. There is no consistent variable," Mr. Angle answers still grinning. They weren't bad kids and they'd either grow out of being judgmental or keep it to themselves.

"If they grow up; you never know when I may strike," Angle's companion arrives in the same method of which he creeped ("I did not-") behind the kids (" So if you say I've crept then you must've as well!" He would later exclaim. "I always creep. I'm rather creepy" the friend would respond").

"Time is up already? What a shame; also I thought I told you not to read my mind. It's for me and Her and no one else. Not even you, Death"

"I wouldn't read it if your mind wasn't shouting all the time. You wear nothing on your sleeve but part of you is desperately trying to reach out. Luckily, or unlucky, I can hear your true voice. And do you know what I think?" Death says; he, to human standards, is more appealing then Mr. Angle (at least the Mr. Angle as a groundskeeper who wore ragged clothes and kept his his appearance as untidy as can be) even if he changes his form constantly (as society changes along with it). His hair,on this occasion, is a flowing red waterfall. His eyes at first glance may be blue but another will argue it's green. Purple, someone will shout but they're quickly shut up; who in this world has purple eyes. Most agree on that he wears contacts but a clever few will delve into various superstitions. Death's favorite is when they call him a ghost; funny that people can grasp mortality but don't think it applies to them. For if you see Death's eyes, you won't have much time to contemplate them.

"I don't intrude on other people; so no,"

"You need to talk to more people! Even I talk to humans before I release them! All of them have something to say and there's bound to be at least one with something nice," Death says tugging on the string on his dark hoodie. Hoodies were much more comfortable then cloaks and attracted less attention.

"I talk to some others-" Mr. Angle begins to defend himself, as he always does.

"You don't talk to mortals; you've spent so much time stalking them I bet you can't even hold a conversation with one,"

"You use such cruel words, old friend, stalking- how horrid. You make me sound like a sinner,"

"Well you aren't the most pleasant person in thier eyes. Both mortal and not,"

"Are you saying other Angels don't believe I'm pleasant? I can assure-"

"Don't get your wings in a flutter. Other immortals whether that be me, angels, or any other being like us," Death sighs, placing a hand on his companion's shoulder (he didn't get physical touch often but with someone like Angle it wouldn't hurt either party). "I must depart someone...please consider at least some of my words," With that Death has disappeared just like how he arrived. In a blink of an eye.

"I talk to people," Mr. Angle stares outloud glancing at his watch. His work day is over and it was time to attend to his next job. One not even Death knew he has. "At least they're like people. They're rebellious like them and have free will and everything that people have. They're just more...evil,".

Dr. Grey is just as peculiar as Mr. Angle but for a completely differnt reason as he always is rather pleasant. Dr. Grey has never lost a patient that was in his care. Everyone is relived in hearing he'll be thier surgeon. He's delivered in the most helpless of cases and the mothers with new babies are in perfect health. Many other medical professionals look up to him. He is the definition of "The Good Doctor".

"Even the most skilled has lost someone- But Dr. Grey you've performed what most can only consider miracles; how do you do it?" A reporter asks as he tries to head toward his car. He just performed another successful heart transplant and the press crowded him.

"I guess it's just luck and practice- and I'm sure there are other doctors who are just as-or better then I am," Dr. Grey says scooting around the crowd but still answering questions to the best of his abilities. 'To the best I'm allowed' he slightly says to himself. He loves to talk to people but not about his own accomplishments; it makes his stomache twist in guilt and fear. Pride is a deadly sin and he'd never went to indulge in it.

"Dr. Grey! Some people are calling you the god of medicine; what do you think of this honorable nickname?" Another reporter asks shoving a microphone at his face.

"Honorable yes- but not accurate. I'm no god! Trust me on that!" He gives a smile but underneath layers of fear pile on. He wonders if these people were sent to make him break the rules. If any minute when he slipped up they'd push him into a fiery death. Or at least he would.

"Dr. Grey! Dr. Grey we need to-" Voices drown out each other trying to hold the good doctors attention for a little bit longer. Even if he is popular among the community people rarely heard about his methods.

A boy, only about fourteen or fifte inen, is the final one in his way. He stands at his car door not budging from his postion.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry to get home; I have to meet someone today. If you or a family member have any medical concerns you can call my office. My receptionist will make an appointment for you," Dr. Grey explains.

"Don't need none of that. Just a question wanted to ask ya. Nobody can do what you do. Did you sell your soul to the devil or somethin' ".

He opens his mouth to say something but promptly shuts it. What was there to say? He wasn't sure if what he has done counts as selling your soul but either way this wasn't the reason he helped people (nor the reason he was famous) and it wasn't Satan who controls his every move.

"My Dad said that a boy sold his soul to play the guitar real good so I thought maybe you did with yours?" Before Dr. Grey can think of a suitable reply the boy is pushed out of the way of the door. Taking the opportunity he gets in the vehicle letting out a breath of relief.

He has to meet that angel today and he'd rather not anger him by being late; it could cost him his life.

Dr. Grey drowns out his anxieties by turning on his radio. Music, he long ago decided, is man's greatest art form second only to literature. Instead of melodies though the radio crackles a lone person talking about all the negatives of the world. It seems to be all that newscasters want to talk about, even in times of relative goodness; they'd always find a way to spin a twist for a more "interesting" report.

"I witnessed a mother giving birth to her daughter while her wife waited outside. I saw a waitress get paid a tip of sixty percent and it was enough to pay her bills on time. I see time and time and time again people hold doors for the others before them. Everyone is filled with so much joy and yet you imbeciles never report any of that!" It's unusual that he feels such anger, especially over something that has happened since the dawn of its creation.

This building up anger is due to several reasons. The first of which being that he was running late. Untimelyness isn't a sin per say but sloth is; Grey is certain that angel has been looking for a reason to smite him out of existence since they first met. So being late is definitely a no go.

The second reason for all this tenseness (even though it came out as anger his feelings were rather mixed) is the press. It seems every day Dr. Grey gets more and more popular. Pride is a sin and pride comes around with popularity. It's the reason most celebrities think they're all that. Not only that but envy could come from him being popular too. He already noticied how his coworkers look at him with admiration. Surely, though, one heart would be poisoned with vanity. If he lead a human too hell- Grey shakes his head at the notion. There isn't hint of doubt in his mind that would lead to destruction too.

Then there is his anger- anger making him angry if this was I one of his books he'd find it quite funny- which leads to wrath. Not that he couldn't accuse the angel of holding wrath in his heart, a bitter hypocrite is Heaven, but that would do no good and hold the same result.

The last thing that troubles him, besides the annoying radio (why a predomintly talking channel was on in the first place is a mystery itself), has to do with his most recent patient; Ashely Sage. A lovely girl who has been dealt all the wrong cards in life. She's only fourteen and is two months pregnant. Dr. Grey did not press her on the matters but picked up that she did not "sleep" with this man by choice. Now that is enough to tug on his heart strings but her unpleasant tale doesn't end there. No the worst part of this all is because of her parents flawed thinking she will be forced to carry out the pregnancy.

He couldn't help her and that's what pushes his mood over the edge; no her life wouldn't be perfect with an abortion but keeping an unwanted baby doesn't help her any more. On top of that he's pretty postive the child won't even been given up for adoption. The poor girl has barely lived her life and now is forced into a role as a mother.

It sickens him- the rapist, the parents, a the flawed ideology under the guise of being "True Cristians". True Conservatives more like it- he knew an Angel and he would be horrified if he heard how humans interrupted and use the word of God. Or maybe he already knew of people like that and ignored it. He doesn't talk to people much.

Dr. Grey finds it a cruel sort of irony, that he knows more about good and would rather people participate in good, then most. Being a Demon and all and finding this very horrific always held irony. In some cases, where he was drunk and felt brave, he'd laugh at it. That he had a sound moral compass yet the ones who "served god" didn't. This case though? He just feels a very deep pang in his chest. One that stays with him the entire drive home.

Mr. Angle is finished with his "mortal" job which means he ought to be finished with his appearance. As he sits down in his vehicle his teeth were no longer black nor rotten, his ragged hair is slicked back, he smelled pleasantly of pine, and he dons a dark blue polo complete with kakhi pants. In colder months he may have worn his tinged pink sweater but the heat prevents that today.

"Kept me here ten minutes past, Death, damn your conversations- always keeping me late," He curses under his breath starting his car up. Car might not be an accurate description for his pitch black long vehicle from 1958; a retired hearse is better. It bore a scratch along it's left side but beside that it's perfect. Not only that but it kept most people off Angle's tailend.

He turns on the radio only to turn it back off. A stupid sob story was being told.

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Blood or cherries drip from her lips

She licks them just the same

People argue or ignore

Yet never look at her

nor notice her handed plate

They talk to talk and sob to sob

Pity to pity and rush to rush

Say "what a shame" or "she's a slut"

Without even thinking all is a mistake

If they even gave one glance

They'd see the rings around her eye

Then smell the pungent wine

And see the empty glass

Her nails are done but chipped

And her lips are beyond chapped

Face is cacked with makeup

To hide age?

Perhaps the pain?

By the end of the day it doesn't last

Drop by drop

Drip in the sink

Plink

Plink

Plink

She yells for hours

Until she tires

Head draped in the sink

Motels and grand suites

All blur in the end

Hands and legs

Hair and heads

Muddle all to one

Flesh is flesh

And heals just as easy

As it can maim

Scars and handprints

Love and lust

Anger and hate

All ache as one

Nothing resolves

And all she's left to do

Is continue on

[kazdumps]

And it's hard to be the older sibling

It's hard when thier taller then you

and you must prove your worth

And it's hard to be the older sibling

It's hard when thier smaller then you

And they'll hide in cracks in the walls

It's hard to be the oldest kid

You find out you dont really fit in

The younger ones told 'look how much you've grown?"

Older ones 'Just grow up'

It's hard to take the responsibility

All upon your shoulders

Please someone take it! Please someone help! Even if it's a single stone

But your voice falls on deaf ears

Can anyone know how you feel?

Is it just you?

Are you just overreacting?

And I want you to know I'm Here

Every older sibling needs an older sibling to help them out

I'll be your older sibling

I'll be your comfort when you need it

I'll realieve your pain

I'll even take it

You wont have to be the oldest kid

I'll tag along to every reunion

I'll watch every single petty argument

Standing in your corner

Every younger sibling

Needs an older sibling

Every parent

Needs an older sibling

Every family

Needs an older sibling

So every older sibling

Needs an older sibling

I'll be the oldest

Sibling

[kazdumps]

They sat on each shoulder

One made of light

The other made of darkness

But only out of spite

I guess I'm the one chosen

The one who's got conflict

For an angel and a demon

I'm giving a lift

They whisper in my ears

What is good and bad

It seems the angel only focus

Is to tell me that I'm wrong

The demon gives me options

And tells me

Its not black and white

An action may be bad for one

But great for another

Oh I think I might be damned

For he has a lot of sense

The angel on my right

Will be by my side

But the demon on the left

says that He can leave at any time

So I bring him close

To whisper in my ear

The only snake of Eden

Has knowledge I want to hear

I've taken an apple

In my hand

The angel by my side

Proves I haven't taken a single bite

Yet The demon on my left

Proves he's not done tempting me

Oh I think I might be damned

This is getting out of hand

[kazdumps]

God I will do whatever it takes to be close to you

I'll pray on my knees

I'll scream the lord's prayer

I'll cry until the tears run dry as the desert

I'd run thousands of miles

I'd journey to all the islands

I'd part the red sea

Just please

Please

I only have one requeat

Please don't tell me who I cant and can love

I'm afraid I'd disappoint you

I'm afraid my choice would be incorrect

My heart aches to much

I can't be wrong

Not to someone else

Please, I just wish for my love life to stay in peace

I don't care what they say

I don't care what they think

Just please

Let her be safe

I ask for one blessing

And that is from you

The whole world is against us

I just need the truth

Even if every kin

Would scorn

And discriminate

All I need is

For her to be safe

I'd hold a knife to my wrist

A rope around my neck

A gun to my head

I just can not

Leave her for dead

If it's me that they want

And if they'd insist

I'd go as a sacrifice

For just one kiss

From her lovely pink lips

I wish my heart not to ache

The way it is now

Even stripped from feeling

I'd love her somehow

They can beat me until

It's out of my head

I'd still serve her

Until I was dead

God please

I know you are here

Please if you can

Answer just one prayer

Let it be this one

Please

She needs to be safe

I needn't worry

For your guiding my hand

But when people yell

It's hard to take a stand

It's hard to fight back

In fear of bigger scars

I'd rather her safe

Then covered in tar

Please

Please

God I'd do anything

I only have one request

Please don't tell me who I cant and can love

I'm afraid I'd disappoint you

I'm afraid my choice would be incorrect

My heart aches to much

I can't be wrong

Not to someone else

And if someone hears this

And they disagree

Then call me blasphemous

Tie me to a tree

Cover me in thorns

And hammer my wrists

Because if I must die

I have one to save

God forgive them, they know not what they do

The only thing I ask

Is she'll get peace too

I have a love of my life

And I'd give up

[kazdumps]

" so every time I see a pretty woman I sin, is that what your getting at?"

"If you repent, then you'll still get into the kingdom of-"

"No, dont change the subject. I asked a simple question. Everytime I look at a beautiful women,I think she's beutiful and just feel my heart flutter just a bit, I'm sinning?"

"...yes,"

"Then I guess I'm dammed," over the word dammed I use my hands to make air quotes "because for love, I'm not repenting,"

"But if you dont you'll burn forever!" I ignore his ignorance.

"Is it a burden, to be gay? I've seen many a homo get on his knees and beg to be fixed by god... and yet you don't?"

"Do you really think I'm going to say, oh boy I wish I wasnt this way. I wish I hadn't been cursed and made, gasp, a gay. Oh the humanity!" I make over zealous hand gestures "no I'm not. I've NEVER wished I wasnt gay because it's a part of me i LIKE. I bet that's hard for you to understand, but I'm proud and I'm queer and no one, not even this non loving god you speak of, will break that,"

[kazdumps]

"Know that I can never love you," Yet when he said it like that, with his voice that was smooth as steel but soft as a feather, Shuichi felt that maybe he could. "This is just... to see your reaction." The other continued to reassure.

"I- I know," He felt like he was waiting for hours, but it couldn't have been more then ten minutes. Though, the detective could argue that he'd been waiting since they became friends and he began to have... fantasies about his masked companion.

"And you know the rules to our agreement? That I do anything I please," He'd already saw the rope he brought

"Y-yeah,"

"Good, good," He could practically see the smile on his face.

*

His entire body shook, as once again he was denied his orgasm. His errection throbbed in retaliation as the bandaged hand once again removed itself. If he wasn't tied up, he'd surely have given in and touched himself.

"I-I want to-"

"Shhh, I know what you want. A whole new window of pleasure will open to you but patience is key,"

[kazdumps]

Kokichi was the last person Kaito wanted to walk through the door. Not only was he absolutely exhausting to talk to, but the fact that the astronaut had a massive boner he was trying to hide.

"Momota-Chan, I have a excellent story to-" For once the liar was stunned silent. His purple eyes only blinking at what appeared in front of him.

Stealth check, unsuccessfull. Kaito bit his lip, trying to shift away from the annoyance. It's not like he came into the cafeteria knowing he would suddenly get hard! He didn't plan this!

At least Kokichi might wise up and not bother him- And suddenly the shorter of the two was at his side, a wide grin plastered on his face.

"Momota chan," He said in a sickly, fake, sweet voice, placing a hand on Kaito's pant leg " I didn't know you were that excited to see me."

Kaito gasped at the sudden content, and warmth flooded his body.

"Wow! Speechless! My, my, and I thought "heros" worked well under pressure!" His lips fell into a pout but then back to a grin almost as quickly; Kaito wanted so badly to wipe that smug look off his face. Knowing him, he'd probably take pictures and use them to blackmail him or try to twist it to something it wasn't. The little liar and deceiver and-

" And too bad no one is here to help you with your problem! Not even Harukawa or Akumatsu. What a tragedy."

He wanted to punch him, but that never did any good but make people feel sorry for him [and Kaito promised his sidekicks he'd work on his anger issues. Good Heros used violence as a last resort]. He could tell him off, but Kokichi had quite the mouth on him and he couldn't do his usual quips since the predicament he was in.

Then a thought popped in his mind, one that at first he wanted to ignore. It was a nasty horrible thought but-

But it might just shut Ouma up.

Before the other could do anything more he grabbed his face and locked lips.

Obviously kissing his rival should've been a huge turn off! Especially Ouma, with his messy head of hair and annoying persona he always put on. And his dumb clothes and... soft lips and fingers that were gently caressing the back of his head.

Oh. Oh no.

His pants grew tighter around his now throbbing cock. But he barely focus as he found his mouth invaded by a vigorous tongue.

The hand on his pant leg only trailed up, landing right next to where he wanted it. Barely in control, besides instincts he was working on, he bucked his hips upward.

When lips left his own, he assumed the liar was going to go back to his teasing (it could only get worse couldn't it), but he didn't expect him to kneel down.

"So desperate huh? Well, at least your little kiss didn't prove to be boring."

Lips enveloped his cock; an aganozingly slow tongue licked around his tip. He just wanted to grab that stupid head of purple hair and shove him down.

[kazdumps]

I had the most beautiful dream

I was watching a movie called Big Brother. It was an animated movie about two boys trying to return home but they get chased by monsters.

They're both from modern times but the creatures look old and mythlogical. One boy seems more modern too(perhaps a portal to another world)

They are not related but they bond like brothers?

It looked like a Gibli movie

The two get separated a lot but Big Brother always saves Little Brother

They're ages are not far apart but big brother is very wise about the monsters and things (but is very odd compared to most people)

(Scenes I rember Dialogue I rember)

They're at sea on a boat. The sea is abnormally calm

"They say People like me always go to Hell," Big Brother says. His hair is long and black and gorgeous. Flowers cover the top of it; looking quiet familiar too little brother but he can't recall why.

"Why?" Little Brother asks. He's looking around at sea

"I see demons everywhere. Like that clif," Little brother looks at cliff. Looks very average until one of its shadows moves and becomes an eye. The eye is large and terrifying and grows. The cliff demon start to mess with the water (boulders falling) and the boat is flipped over/destroyed.

Older brother takes Little Brother and his hair wraps around him and they start to fly. The demon has grown claws/hands out of its rock.

"Y-your hair? Is it real?" Little brother asks. He should be focused on the monster and not the magic hair.

"It once belonged to Madam (a character Little Brother met at the beginning)but I have hair just as fine beneath. Madam gave this to me to protect you,"

"She knew?"

"Maybe,"

Then the demon rips up all the hair and the two fall into the sea. Big Brother is the one who helps Little Brother resurface and swim.

They get washed up at an art festival and end up stealing supplies and making thier own craft. They are selling to get money (for a new boat). This world is very differnt then are own; very magical. This is where Big Brother loves but he does not like it?

(Scene that might/should happen)

"And what is your name?" Little Brother

"Just call me Brother?"

"Younger or older?"

"How old are you?"

"[15 or 16]"

"Older," smiles "Much older," (appears to be same age)

[kazdumps]

https://dangan-happy.tumblr.com/post/625660137501245441/to-kaito-im-feeling-really-crappy-about-my-artJust for me when I need postivity for my art

https://dangan-happy.tumblr.com/post/631384604147843072/to-korekiyo-i-myself-have-always-tried-to-look-in

https://dangan-happy.tumblr.com/post/628143123490619392/to-kiyo-hi-could-i-get-a-hug-and-some

https://dangan-happy.tumblr.com/post/636097039662465025/were-hunting-for-heehoo-to-korekiyo-hey-im

https://dangan-happy.tumblr.com/post/636943746730164224/let-shrek-back-into-dice-to-korekiyo-i-was-anon